The In List

Chapter 11

(A.N. HI! alexis here! just gonna straighten some things out here. Me and Kara are writing this story together. We switch back and forth between chapters. I write the odd ones and she writes the evens. We hope you have been enjoying our book! Feedback is appreciated! But only the good kind ;)  -Alexis)

 Charlotte

I opened my eyes and was suprised to find myself on the floor of my room. I was sleeping right next to the bed, but not on it. I used to sleep walk when I was little, but I haven't in over 6 years. After getting over my confusion, I was overwhelmed by the pounding in my head. I've never had a headache that hit me so hard. I know it's from the party last night. What was I drinking? Who was I drinking with? What happened? I don't know. Afterall, whatever cause this kind of heaache must as been strong stuff. I was completely fucked up.

Attempting to remember last night was getting me nowhere, so I decided that getting a drink of water would help. I leaned up and tried to sit up. I was shocked when I was taken over by a sharp pain stretching from my left shoulder to my elbow. I winced in pain as my mind fluttered in panic to think about what happened. After another sharp pain ran through my arm, the puzzle pieces click together and I understood what happened.

You hear people say that they don't believe something because they don't want to. Like they're in denial or something. Well, as much as I don't want to believe this, I do.

This has happened before. Ofcourse, I didn't want for it to happen again. Since day one I didn't want it to happen again. But as time turned I got used to it.

This hasn't happened in such a long time. Not for a few years. Not since I was 12 and a teacher called home asking what the bruises on my arm were from.

Still on the floor, I made my way to my feet. Walking towards the door, I stopped. Did I really want to confront someone about this right now? No. I'm not ready. I need to take time to gather my thoughts. I need to take time to figure out how to do this without getting beat again. I need to think over who I need to talk to and what I'm going to say. I need to remember last night.

I know I came home really late. And I know I was drunk. But I still have some common sense while under the influence. Why didn't I sneak in quieter? Why didn't I get in the same way I have in the past when I broke cerfew? Something happened. Something had to have happened. I was acting differently. Even more than I should considering I was drunk. What was it? Oh god, Charlotte, remember!

Oh my god.

Monica.

I kissed Monica.